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Look at that, now I can get to work. Picking up one of my smaller knives but one of the sharper ones, I tread over to the man’s stomach.

Starting at one end, I carve the letterAinto him, letting the blood seep out. I retake the knife, this time carving the letterBand then the LetterU. Moving closer over more to the right to carveSinto him, deeper this time, as more blood oozes out, only to move to the next letterE,leaving space for the last letterR.

Taking a few steps back, I lick my lips to appreciate my work.

“In case you can’t see, I carved the abuser into your stomach. It felt fitting, seeing as you think you are so powerful. In reality, you’re just a man who wasn’t loved by his mummy.” I chuckle. He tries to kick me, but the pain is too much, and he isn’t able to carry out his actions.

“Now for my favourite bit.” I look back at both of them enjoying the show. They know what’s coming.

I’m about to fuck some shit up, and those two are about to watch me fuck some shit up and then reward me for it.

I wonder if they’re going to tie me up and fuck me or if they will let me ride the handle of the knife I carved that man’s stomach with. My pussy throbs at the thought of any of those situations.

I turn, walking toward both of them as they lean against the windowsill, moving up as I get closer.

“Any of you still have your motorbike? I think it’s time to go for a ride,” I say as they both glare at each other, forming smiles. They know why I want their motorbike and what the ride is for.

I have only done this once before. It turned out to be the best day of my life, which ended with the hottest sex I had ever had, and I have had a lot of sex in my lifetime.

“Oh, Angel, I thought you would never ask. Meet us downstairs,” Sean says, leaving the room. Tobias stays behind as I go to my bedroom, putting my hair in a messy bun as I walk.Opening my wardrobe, I strip my clothes off, slipping into an all-black fitted bodysuit, putting on a ruby red leather jacket, and some black chunky boots.

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HOW MANY INCHES IS TOO MANY?

The clash of the wind settles on my skin, and a piece of hair flies around, landing on my lips and covering them with clear lip gloss.

The man is hooked between them both, Tobias holding his legs and Sean holding his arms, both with a tight grip. His eyes are full of trepidation. A plastic bag is placed over his head, with some holes poked through.

I’d hate for him to die on the ride. That would be a very unfortunate situation, considering I have a whole plan for this.

I can’t help but push my head back, letting an evil laugh escape.

I'm in no mood to be sane Ash today. I plan on being the ruthless crazy bitch people hate so much.

“You didn’t dress up for me, did you?” A gasp leaves me as Tobias’s hot breath falters on my neck. His eyes stay on my body as he bites his lips.

The man trying to kick him startles him back to reality.

“I never dress up for you, but I do undress,” I tease, walking away and letting them lay the body down on the floor, moving closer to the bike. Tobias is the first one, while Sean is thesecond. I don't have a clue about them but what I do know is they are fast.

Tobias comes toward me with some rope, tying a knot on the back of his bike.

I'm brought to my knees, now at the man's height. I notice he has a stainless-steel collar on. He can try to fight, but all that will do is hurt him more. My body pulses at the sight of a helpless man. There is no way out, no way for him to get away.

Nothing but helpless…

Sean comes over, taking the rope that's now been made into a circle to fit the man's head. It's placed on him tightly so if he tries to get out. The ending will be his death.

He’s our pray.

“Now look at who’s in control. You have no idea how much I’m about to ruin you.” Sean comes over, passing me a mask. I look at him, confused for a second.

“Put this on. I don’t need anybody seeing us,” Sean says, and I put on the red mask. Tobias puts on a dark blue mask, and Sean puts on a dark green mask. Sean gets on his bike while Tobias and I get on his. I wrap my hands around Tobias’s waist, holding him tight.

Sean turns the bike on, revving the engine. He moves off before us, the man rasping against the floor. The sight of the man’s face wrapped in the plastic bag scraping across the concrete flooring is making my day better every second I look.

“Hold on tight,” Tobias mocks, driving off at the back of Sean. We drive down the open road. Luckily, it’s not busy because I’m not sure how it would go with two motorcycles, one with a man sliding off and one with a girl holding on to the other.

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